Permutations: Sleet

Press play before reading. Sleet Seduction Sundown, another letdown, a dreamstate downpour starts. The sensual mists of longing breathes into the room a kind of heavy, clouded incense, cradling you into aimless drifting. The cold seeps through the crevices, the walls start to give in. You lay there submerged in the icy waters of uncertainty’s…

Helter Skelter

I clicked on the write button without any formal thought WHATSOEVER so bear with all the scatteredness and shit. You’d think I’d have probably gotten something by now — but no, all I have are plans and not much inspiration to take into writing. I guess another playlist will do, for now. Hey maybe I could…

[Existen/essen]tial

Dear Big Mouth Blog, I apologize for prioritizing life over you. A long time ago I made a commitment to the artistry and I seem to have been pouring all my creativity to my profession that I neglect coloring you with it. All it takes to get me in retrospect and take my thoughts to writing…

Permutations: Rainfall

Press play before reading. Rainfall’s Rage I live in a world that stops when the waters pour. This is no revelation. Just an inconvenient truth. Half my life’s made up of late nights spent in stranded solitude, with blaring red lights desperately trying to snake through bottlenecks of wet asphalt. The fluidity of words is…

The Collapse

I. There’s a scratch on your shoulder We pulsate. Crushes me like, crushes me like lead You gut me like a fish And I wanna get older and my entrails unravel All the things I want I really shouldn’t get like pools of regret, and longing If I triumph, are you watching? Can you separate…

Nine Eleven

  Honest Confessions on Letting Go by Kevin Kantor Honest confessions on falling in and out of love with a confused 20-something semi-closeted gay man or I can usually tell in the first fifteen minutes if something’s gonna work out for the long haul so why’d I ever bother or a beginner’s guide to crying…

Optimistically

Wow that last post was hella depressing sheesh. Let’s you and I try to keep things light from now on. Here’s a confession: more than fifty percent of my idle time is spent checking youtube. And I’m not even talking about random videos, more like youtuber subscriptions (dundundunnn) It’s disgusting, yes, but fuck you for…

Gratuitous

I have stories to tell (juicy ones, I swear) but I don’t really have time to piece them all together. Not right now, at least. I have this recurring fantasy where I deliver a spoken word piece to a very appreciative audience, to which I just ramble and rant, and people think it’s genius. Maybe…